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Here was the same Ruth who had left him a few minutes since: the same outwardly; and yet…! On the ninth day Spurlock was up and about; that is, he was strong enough to walk alone, from the companion to his chair, to lean upon the rail when the chair grew irksome, to join Ruth and his employer at lunch and dinner: strong enough to argue about books, music, paintings. . To the point however. The small bed’s hospital corners had been put into disarray by Michelle’s crying fit. Eventually this comradeship (slightly resented by Rollo) reached a point where he could call out from the study: "Hey, Ruth!—come and tell me what you think of this. “He took my arms and legs!” She lifted the rock from Rhea’s torso. The Bitchster strikes again. Their subsequent conversation is outside the scope of our story. All men are bloody fucking hypocrites. “Michelle, I don’t ever want to hear you mention the subject you mentioned at dinner again. But underneath this tolerance there is always the vague hope that your manhood will someday reassert itself. You make a game with me, imbecile. But no more of that.
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